Lyrics:
Run it like an RPG, now you finally moving
Run it like Jimmy John's freaky fast with Reubens
Run it like Chris Brown is watching cuz he wants to see
Run
Brozki's a hazard, thorgan
I told the cats, don't text, call in
I need a brown thing like Chris
I'm in the field, smalling
Put him in the sky like the sun in
it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (yeah)
Oh-oh (uh)
Oh, oh (woo) (uh-huh)
Oh, woah (woo)
Oh-oh (woo, Chris Brown)
(Ayy) (woo)
(Woo) (ayy)
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (yeah)
Oh-oh (uh)
Oh, oh (woo) (uh-huh)
Oh, woah (woo)
Oh-oh (woo, Chris Brown)
(Ayy) (woo)
(Woo) (ayy)
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
like Chris Brown but I tell lil mama to run it
Fuck her good and slide it into her Stomach
While she jumps to assumptions Let's gets back to this money
talking Chris Brown when I say I’m gonna run it
Like a tracker sprinter dasher
Make you disappear like Casper
I’ma spit this shit right past ya
You might
[Intro] {LL Cool J}:
Uh he huh. Remix that joint, word up!
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin it, yeah
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
yeah
Con el pelo rosa (ey)
Culo gordo
Que sea peligrosa (uh uh)
Fefe me llamó, dijo que puedo frontear (prrr, prrr)
El chris brown latino, me lo
to lie
Whities like to do it worse than anybody around
I am not no racist just an observer of life
You could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant
the flame
Ready to send yall ass off down the drain
Bish its Mr. Killa Winston came thru wit tha bang
Shut it all down i curtained you right by the reign
Its
Let me see if you can run it, run it
I ain’t Chris Brown
Told me she love me
But I’m with her sis now
Can you tell me why your man be looking pissed
of the torment/
Till inkling of performance, still thinking of us dormant/
cnd so it be, who hold close and kept dear/
were left there, won't know folks by next
with a remix.
One thing I don't know why
it doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time.
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself
So like, I was staying with him
runnin 5 starts
Run it up I ain't sprinting my nigga
I remix the money my nigga
I triple the double my nigga
Young nicca incredible
Rollin up keep all
Long
I don't know what would make him risk it all
Kanye caught Kim K fuckin' Chris Paul (what?)
He deserve it if that shit is true, can't even front
a wonder that these dirty drawers
Run thick like Rick crazy straws for you and yours
Well of course I get by with no problemo though it seems
You just might
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
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